His Purpose
114. Attached Feeling

Gibran lowered his phone from his ear, squeezing it for a while before the flat object was thrown horribly on the table.

"Sir." Nick who had just arrived at the penthouse rushed over to Gibran.

"Why didn't Maria pick up any calls from me?" ask the man coldly.

The surrounding luxury instantly froze. Gibran turned his head slowly to draw Nick with his eyes sharper than an eagle.

As fast as lightning the man rose from his chair, grabbed his coat and used it in one flick.

"Where are you going?"

"We'll just go back."

Nick glares. "Master, today and the next three days you have a therapy schedule with Mr. Evan. How can you leave now?"

"You're starting to dare argue with me, Nick?"

"Sir, Madam is fine. I just got word from the Tjandra residence. He's having dinner with his dad."

"Then why didn't he pick up my phone?!" Gibran shouted to stop the steps.

Despite getting used to Gibran's emotions, Nick remained aghast at the clash.

He was grateful when someone appeared and got out of the elevator, approaching those who were struggling.

Looks like Evan just arrived. His forehead frowned at the outpouring of emotions at Gibran.

"What's this?"

Nick looked down short. "Mrs Mary didn't take the call."

Evan glanced at Gibran. "And you want to go home because of this?"

"For god sake! She's my pregnant wife! Can't I worry about him?"

"Gibrans." Evan's voice sounded serious. "Try to calm down for a moment. You are a calm and controlled person. This paranoid attitude of yours seems to only apply to Maria. This is what we'll evaluate later."

"Evaluation your**s! You just thought this was a joke for your research, didn't you?"

"I don't care. I'll be home right now." Gibran breezes past Evan and Nick who is now confused wants to side with whom. It's a real dilemma.

"Tu-Master!" Nick stared anxiously at Gibran's departure . While Evan looks so relaxed in his place.

Nick decided to go after Gibran. But immediately Evan's words not only managed to stop him, Gibran was immediately stuck until the elevator door he was about to enter was closed.

"You sure you love him? Isn't it guilt that makes you obsessed with wanting to protect her?"

Silent.

"Jawab Gibran. Do you love her?"

Gibran is still tight-lipped. I don't know why, but this time Nick seemed upset to hear Evan's question. Why didn't his master answer?

"Is love like this?"

"You seem crazy about anything that concerns Mary."

"Not getting a call doesn't mean he's okay. All humans have activities, Gibran. Including Mary."

"He's not working" Gibran said. His hands clenched tightly until his knuckles turned white.

"Not working does not mean not having activity. Who knew he was watching, and because it was too late he forgot his phone."

Gibran is silent. What Evan said may be true. Nick said Maria was having dinner. Along with Maria, they never brought a cell phone to the dining room.

"Your obsession wants to keep Mary safe, by putting herself by your side. Right so?"

"That's your goal in marrying her, isn't it?"

"You want to make sure he doesn't get scratched in the least. So strong is your desire that you're haunted by fear."

"You always hallucinate every time you see the blood around you."

"This is bad, Gibran. When you found it in the tiger enclosure, you were crazy about your hallucinations. Though you yourself know the body is not Maria. Then yesterday, the bird died you thought it was a bullet."

"And you still think this is love?"

"Tuan—"

"Shut up, Nick. This employer of yours needs to be made aware in order to fully step on reality."

"You're worried about this when she doesn't take your call."

"I'm sure now you're desperately holding your mind back from imagining anything bad."

"Don't make him your weakness."

The silent flow made Nick shiver. This kind of atmosphere seemed to suffocate him in freezing. He looked at the concerned master who was now panting with sweat pouring out.

It seems Evan was right, Gibran was trying hard to hold his mind off Maria. At least he should be sure that Maria is doing well.

A second later the man collapsed touching the floor. His breathing began to irregular accompanied by increasingly whacky tightness. Gibran squeezed his chest strong, his mouth open scooping up oxygen that was suddenly hard to find.

Horrible shadows begin to haunt the head. He tried hard to dismiss the attacking mind periodically and tortured him in a row.

"Nority ..."

"Missing ..."

Gibran. He saw two different figures of Mary.

No. gabe. It's not real. Right, they're just shadows.

"Bad shop ..."

"The evil senior ..."

They're crying. No ... Can't do. Mary cannot cry. Can't ...

"NOOOO ...!!!"

"Master!"

"Aarrrar!!!"

Nick immediately grabbed Gibran who was holding his head firmly. Evan approaching. "Gibran, breathe."

"Breathe. Breathe out!"

"Can't! Can't!" Gibran continued to shake.

"Let's get divorced ..." Mary said with tears.

No. gabe. Don't do this, honey. I will fulfill all your wishes as long as it is not a farewell. No, Maria ... Please don't ...

"Marya?"

The woman snaps from her daydream.

"You why? Why is quiet like that? What are you thinking, honey?"

Maria shook her head. "It's nothing, really, Pa. Mary just ..."

"Thinking about your husband?"

Maria did not argue. Because honestly somehow the feeling suddenly not good. Outside of his anxiety regarding Celine of course.

Rayan put her cutlery down slowly. "She hasn't called you yet?"

Maria shook her head. He was not expecting Gibran's phone. But suddenly his heart was claustrophobic by something unclear.

"Then you're the one who called. There's no way you're waiting for someone as busy as him to start first, right?"

"But ... is that not a hassle?"

"Has she ever been mad at you?"

Maria returned to shake. Gibran never scolded her, except when Mary smiled at another man.

He breathed a rough breath. It's very confusing. On the one hand there was anger that made him not want to contact Gibran. But on the other hand there are concerns that out of nowhere it comes.

Maria hardly ever felt anxious even though Gibran was out of town. But why now was it as if something was pushing him to feel that?

Is Gibran okay?

That guy's okay, isn't he?

Why does Mary feel this way?

Only he thought to stop caring, but the figure of Gibran instead haunting him continues.

"Papa .. actually Maria has kept this question a long time ago." Maria looked up at her father. "Does Papa hate Koko?"

Quiescent. Rayan did not expect Maria to ask such a question.

"Because as far as Maria sees Papa's response to Koko is very different when Papa is dealing with El."

"Didn't Papa like Koko?"